It's autumn, they say, "Church, Autumn, Autumn, Autumn, Autumn." Now that we're all afraid of getting fat, chickens are the first choice. They're not as easy to grow meat as cattle and goats. Remember, Mom likes to make soy-skin chickens, and the soy-skin mom's name is Chi-Tofu, and that's what we call it. Every time a mother does it, she chooses the chicken of the day, when the chickens buy live and go home and kill themselves. Mom left the chicken blood, made it into blood clots, made it with chickens, and the taste of the chicken clots remained in her memory。
The other two days my colleagues asked me to take the spicy bait, and I've been thinking about it all these days, especially when I couldn't sleep last night, and I would particularly like to eat it last night, especially if I wanted to go to spicy again, but I had no choice but to be accompanied by someone, and the food in it should be too expensive to save, so I decided to go to the morning market and cook dinner early this morning and make my own spicy pot at noon, and finally, I got what I wanted, I ate most of the big bowl, and I was satisfied. Because someone can't eat spicy, and I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. At last, at 1 p.m., it was, frankly, an improvement over the previous one, an unprepared act or a complete one today。
